With a determined yet angry look about her did Koume drag in the body of a fawn. It had just begun its life and already a prisoner of the undaunted spirit residing within the fiery girl. The fawn had been stuck in some brush with the parents gone, but as soon as it escaped once it saw the dark coat of the wolf it ran as if its life depended on going as fast as a bullet. Luckily it had stumbled, giving Koume the opportunity to catch up and end its life before it could get up again.

She let out a small howl, a call for help getting the heavier catch somewhere safe.

Her lighter ears flicked around as they picked up the sound of rustling and footfalls. They were lighter than what one would expect from a heavier, bigger adult and so it was only a small surprise when someone's kid came waddling towards her. With an annoyed sigh did she drop the fawn, mismatched eyes following the small wolf around. Hey kid. She greeted, wanting to take it easy on the girl. Are your parents around? She asked bluntly, looking around but not spotting an adult near. Great, now she was stuck with it.

Koume did not particularly like children. Or any wolf for that matter. They were so... dumb and practically useless to a certain age. She couldn't see herself having her own if she was ever given the chance. Her nose wrinkled when the kid peed, rolling her eyes. She sighed when the kid did not seem to understand her words. Koume did not know how old this one was or when pups obtained the ability to speak and understand what was spoken.

The hell am I going to do with you? She murmured to herself, lying down near the carcass when the kid found it appropriate to drool all over it. She was tired from the hunt anyway. So, what are your dreams and aspirations? She asked with a smirk, wanting to play the smart guy with the kid even though she didn't understand.

Another heavy sigh escaped her maw. Yeah, children weren't for her. The kid didn't even seemed phased with anything she said so why keep going. Perhaps, for the other, actions spoke louder than words. Her bi-colored eyes followed the little abomination as it sniffled and nibbled at her catch. She rose then, shifting so she was opposite of the kid at the other side of the carcass.

She nestled her own nose into the fawn's downy fur, teeth ripping up the flesh and tearing off a piece which she would use to perhaps play fetch with the other. With a graceful sweep of her head did she throw it over the kid. Go fetch. She said then, waiting to see what was more interesting to the girl; the carcass, or an already bite-sized piece of meat that took a little less effort.

Really, she wasn't scared with the kid's aggressive and in some way possessive nature when it came to her catch. If she wanted, she could probably poke the nosy child into crying for their mama, but she wasn't a sadist. Luckily (for the kid), it stopped the pathetic act to be like the one and only Koume and went after the piece of meat she had thrown.

You eat, I eat, kiddo. She commented, munching her own belly full but leaving plenty of flesh for the other pack members to enjoy. Perhaps, with this victory, she could propose a pack hunt (led by her, preferably) so they could feast on an even bigger buffet. She wondered then if the kid had finished their little meal already. With some of the carcass's weight now in their belly, maybe they could attempt to bring it to a nearby cache.

Alas, her plans didn't always work out. The mut seemed tired of doing nothing and Koume didn't understand puppies much so she saw it as an insult. She should be the one acting tired, she had hunted the damned thing. With a soft "hmpf" did Koume resume pulling at the carcass to bury it near a cache, rubbing her scent alllll over it to make sure that whoever took a bite knew it had been her to bring it here.